All alone
In a grey world
All i can do is moan
And whine about life
Am i insane
Or crazy in any way?
Or will sadness be my bane?
All these questions
But no-one really knows
What's really going on
Black crows
Circle the sky
They know my time
Has Come
Listen to the sad chime
Of the far away bell
I wonder
What its like
When I finally fade
I grab the metal spike
No-one will care
If i pass away
All these years
Keeping monsters at bay
Maybe one day
They might understand why
I became the dead man i am today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Anyone: -) Nice Poem